When it comes to the bizarre – the 70s seemed to have a stranglehold on performing artists crying out for some kind – in fact any kind of help.
Take Englebert Humperdink.
Granted he had enduring talent which to this day has earned him milliions – but at what point did his manager decide that the moniker Englebert would prove an astute career move?
Or how about that One Hit Wonder – Randy Vanwarmer? Is there in fact a Mrs Vanwarmer or a whole household of Vanwarmers?
Even Johnny Cougar – who has since morphed into John Mellancamp felt the need to exude a point of difference at the time along with fellow animal kingdom soulmate Adam Ant I suggest.
Can we forgive the likes of Freddy Mercury or Sid Vicious for their lapse of any significant homage to their birthnames?
Maxine Nightingale, Meatloaf even Christopher Cross (Criss Cross – what’s going on there?)
But are there any others you can readily bring to mind? Or is it all to ugly to even contemplate?
Ziggy Stardust . . . hmmmm
